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Midnight Crossroads

Facing fear.

Robert Frost poem and campfire image.
Fire & Ice.

We all have to do it.

We have to hold our breath and.....


We have to learn to live with abandon.

We have to realize that life is not for the faint of heart.

We have to love fully.

We have to trust fully.

We have to just let go of the old cages that hold us imprisoned.

Today, today is new and the sky is splitting open with reckless abandoned love for the remnant, the chosen ones, the ones that He sees when no one else does.

The heavens declare that the Lord is Lord and I am me and there is nothing to do but jump and to live.

To really live!

Live to the point of hurt, heart break, rebirth, and a new crossroads. Crossroads bring hurt, but with the quick cut and sever comes a bleeding out, a bleeding out of jealous ambitions to the point of sacrifice. Sacrifice of burning nightly incense of my filthy rags to my Master.

Burn the Midnight Oil

O Lord, I call to you; come quickly to me. Hear my voice when I call to you. May my prayer be set before you like incense; may the lifting up of my hands be like the evening sacrifice. Set a guard over my mouth, O Lord; keep watch over the door of my lips. Psalms 141:1-3

The midnight oil is holy.

There is something at the late hours.

Something still.

Something quiet.

Something totally powerful in the silence.

Something like a warm blanket and a staff all in one to keep the oil burning in my heart so that I am not caught unawares on the "pilgrim's progress."

So that the rocks become pebbles, and the mountains become rolling hills.

Today is a day of decision.

Today is a day of redemption.

Today is a day of justification.

Today is a day of total reckless, paranormal living for the home I am headed towards.

Today is that day where you stand on the cliff looking at all that is around you, and you...YOU just have to step off and have faith.

Faith of the mustard seed, and trusting is left to the Master to handle all the details under foot. Faith to not look at what could happen, but what has happened.

We are told to live for the future, but as I read more of about the Word, the remnant on this side of the cross; we crusaders on the visual side of mercy. We are to live in the refuge of it, and to live in a way that is merciful to those we break bread with, walk with, and hold when they are broken from life's crossroads.

We are to live with reckless abandon because we know are salvation in a tangible way.

Faith on this side is hard because we have seen, but do we really want to taste.

Faith on this side is a bleeding out to self, and do we really want that?

Faith on this side is total submission.

We are standing on the cliff with our brothers and sisters of old.

Their faith was total trust.

Our faith is total trust.

One Faith Based On One Promise

One faith based on actual bleeding out of one's self for another.

Which is harder?

To believe in something totally reckless that your whole generation thinks you hallucinate?

Or believing in something that has proof and you deal with a dark, wicked generation who is here to crucify you?

Both are hard.

Both are reckless.

Both silently stand in the face of what flesh screams.


Today....blessings are measureless.

Today is new and my Marilla heart screams there are no mistakes (yet), and blessings waiting with the Ann heart around the corner.

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